The howling wind blew the hem of Ye Qingcheng's robe into a hunting sound, and his cold face was filled with murderous intent. After the Xuanxue Sword was unsheathed, layers of light and delicate ripples rippled in the air.

The Xuanxue sword, the sword is four feet nine long, the sword body is dark blue, and there are stripes of ancient patterns similar to pine needles on it, there is no blade, and there are no other ornaments or imprints, which is simple and vast. At the moment when the sword was unsheathed, an ethereal crane cry echoed in the sky and did not disperse for a long time.

This is a spiritual weapon with a sword spirit, even Ye Qingcheng can't say why he can pull it out. However, he could clearly perceive that this sword contained great sword power, and only by grasping its spiritual breath veins could he unleash its terrifying power.

The large, hideous body of the Necrosaurus was suspended in the sky, and its severing claws flew back again, fusing into its bony arms. It stared at Ye Qingcheng in disbelief, but it didn't expect the Xuanxue Sword to be pulled out by Ye Qingcheng effortlessly.

"How did you do that?" Old Ghost's voice came from the throat of the corpse ghost dragon.

"How do I know!" Ye Qingcheng said. He really didn't know why the sword favored him, but he felt like he could pull it out. However, the fact that this sword does not have a blade shows one thing, when the Green Fire Crane was forging it, it did not want it to become a murder weapon that slaughtered living beings, that is, people with cunning and cruel hearts could not use it.

"Hmph, even if a waste gives you an artifact, it's useless!" Its bright red skull, like a giant flower blooming on a bone vine, carried an eerie chill that froze the sea below into a zigzag mark of giant ice.

Ye Qingcheng was not moved by the ferocious momentum of the corpse bone ghost dragon, he stood in mid-air, carefully feeling the breath of the sword spirit, and then, he quietly waved the sword style. I don't know if it's because of the sword or because of his state of mind. A distant, vast, and tranquil illusion immediately appeared in his mind, as if he was standing on the top of a towering mountain, with only an ancient tomb and a Xuanxue Jinpine that had lived for thousands of years, while he was intoxicated by his own swordsmanship, concentrating on practicing sword styles.

This kind of swordsmanship belongs to the big open and close style, it seems to be simple, but the momentum is majestic. The surrounding air seems to be under the control of the sword, and every move can carry the energy of the air, attracting the flow of wind and qi.

Suddenly, there was a cold and strange crushing aura in the air, and the sound of ice condensing came from the sea. A sharp essence light swept steeply through Ye Qingcheng's eyes, and on the Xuanxue Sword with a faint blue streamer, each dark green pine needle pattern would turn into a dark red. Then, under the agitation of the sword, the sea within a radius of thousands of feet suddenly roared with gusts of wind!

This move is the move of the thirteen swords of the Ye family, and for the powerhouses of the imperial martial arts level, this sword style is a low-end martial art, and it can't even be put on the table. However, inexplicably, Old Ghost Yu found that even the low-end sword style, with the blessing of the powerful king's sword, can also produce a feared sword power!

"Samurai Soul Curse!!" The corpse bone ghost dragon sensed the terrifying aura contained in Ye Qingcheng's swordsmanship, and couldn't help but burst into a loud shout.

I saw that its two huge ghost claws slammed into the air, and two black yin flames flew out in an instant. When they were flying, they swirled around each other like two ball of flames, and finally when they were about to collide with Ye Qingcheng, they strangely fused together to form a huge ball of black flame. Immediately after, from the ball of black flames, a house-sized, blood-red, terrifying skull spell rushed out, and it rushed towards Ye Qingcheng with an extremely piercing scream.

Ye Qingcheng, who was immersed in the sword style, raised his eyes and looked at the hideous and weird bright red skull soul spell, he first jumped and leaped, and then, he held the sword in one hand, his body bowed forward, and the muscles on his arms seemed to be about to burst open, extremely bulging, and silver cyan thunder flames also rose on his body.

"Resisting the Wind and Waves!!"

In an instant, Ye Qingcheng raised his arm and swung his sword, and an unusually chilling aura appeared in the air around him, and in an instant, it was wrapped around the Xuanxue Sword like a whirlpool, and a clear illusion suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was as if he could see how devastating the sword would be when it was released. Under the threat of the Shodown Skeleton Curse that was about to charge, the corners of his mouth gently raised a proud smile. The thunder flames on his body exploded violently, and the ancient Xuanxue Sword slashed down fiercely!

The strong wind whistling around them, like flexible ribbons, were wrapped around the Xuanxue Great Sword, causing the sword shadow to explode steeply in the air to more than ten zhang long. It carried the majestic momentum of destroying the world and slashed towards the rushing bright red skull soul curse!

"!!!!!!!!!!!Shh

The terrifying and incomparable blue sword shadow flashed by. The air in front of Ye Qingcheng was instantly slashed out of a transparent giant ravine! The shadow of the giant sword was like a divine dragon breaking through the waves, carrying a mysterious sword power, and collided with the skeleton soul curse, and the skeleton soul curse was about to be slashed through. The moment it was defeated, it roared frantically and let out a terrible scream, as if it was the chorus of ten thousand ghosts. The skeletal soul curse, which had lost its power, exploded with a bang, turning into unbroken red fragments, turning into ethereal ghosts in the air, and disappearing silently.

At the same time, there was a scream from the old ghost in front of him!

In an instant, the corpse bone ghost dragon collided with the Xuanxue Sword Shadow, and a deep bone mark had already been cut out of its hideous, huge skeletal head! Billowing yin qi black smoke rushed out from that bone scar. The necrosaurus rolled in the sky in pain, roaring incessantly.

On the sea, among the craggy reefs, the small jade unicorn looked up at the scene in the sky and said to himself in shock: "Such a low-end sword technique can unleash such a powerful power?"

On the ground, it raised its head excitedly and shouted, "Hurry up and use the stunt I taught you, I want to see how powerful it can be unleashed on the Xuanxue Sword!!"

Ye Qingcheng was not infected by the excitement of the Jade Qilin, on the contrary, he was very calm at this time, a calm with an awe-inspiring murderous aura. Just like dealing with fierce beasts, he must first look for the strengths and weaknesses of the other party in every battle, measure the strength of the two sides, and then make corresponding attacks.

The weakness of the corpse ghost dragon is its head, which must be crushed by its blows in order to break the ghost of the old ghost. Its advantage is that it is not afraid of attrition, and it will not feel tired as long as the battle lasts, because its body is a pair of dead bones.

Consumption is what Ye Qingcheng is most worried about, he has no thunder spirit source in his body, and he can only continue to fight by absorbing thunder spirit. The thunder spirit of the fluorescent shrimp in the sea area of a thousand miles has been sucked by him, but it is completely insufficient. Next, he couldn't use a few moves at all, and he was afraid that the thunder spirit in his body would be consumed. It's no wonder that Ying Long chose to join forces with him, because Ying Long is a madman when he has a thunder spirit, and when he doesn't have a thunder spirit, he is a waste who doesn't know anything, not even a single martial art, let alone think about combat skills with his brain.

Before, the First World War destroyed a small thunder vein, and it could only be done by a crazy, stupid madman like Ying Long.

Ye Qingcheng rarely had such a good opportunity, he wanted to experience the power of the Heavenly Demon Divine Power. Without thunder and lightning, Ying Long wouldn't use his mind to think, but he could!

He's going to create Zào Thunder Spirit!